"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun".
Feeling the sensitive parts you want the most, the differences that will very soon unite you so intensely. The softness and the hardness, the firmness and the wetness. Feeling the same pulsing desire that the other can feel just the same. It’s these moments before which linger on your mind most afterwards. The more you explore, the more you want to be explored.
The perfect moment when it gets just that little bit too much for you.
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It’s seeing that moment I love most, those few seconds where you cross that line of being unable to try and hold a conversation any longer, where your pleasure suddenly takes over all sense of conscious thought, that moment where the battle is lost.
A position she’d always wanted to be in, to know that she was helpless to their impulses. It wasn’t merely their fingers and mouths however that caused her nipples to be so achingly hard and her pussy so wet, it was the fact that she understood just how well they knew her body so intimately inside and out. The knowledge that they both knew just how it felt, and that they’d keep at it until she was screaming for them to stop. Knowing that they’d maybe even keep playing with her past that point made her body pulsate with arousal even more; after all, they knew just what her body really desired.
Words cannot convey how erotic it is, to be able to take something so intimate, so delicate, and pleasure it until that very pleasure becomes unbearable. The deeper you think about it, the more erotic it becomes.
As much as you might be telling me otherwise right at this moment when the pleasure almost becomes painful, the real joy was knowing that when you let me tie you up, it meant that you knew for sure that I wasn’t going to stop.
The way your body responds is so erotic isn’t it? I don’t just mean the way you can come from my fingers playing with you like this. I mean because of how when you are trying so hard to concentrate on not coming for a certain period of time, that very thought is what drives you closer to that orgasm even faster. Every aspect of your body and mind, wired for the pinnacle of pleasure.
She had planned his anniversary gift for quite some time, to have a mutual friend of theirs help in contributing to her partner’s biggest turn on, being brought to the edge of orgasm repeatedly.
Having tied him down on the bed, she and her partner in crime spent the evening teasing every inch of his member, taking turns slowly wrapping their mouths around the swollen tip, sucking down around his pulsating shaft and slipping their tongues around every sensitive ridge. Keeping her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, she could always feel the familiar pulse, letting her know just when he was right there and ready to erupt, just enough notice to tell them to back off.
Repeatedly the sensation of their tongues motioning around his length, fast enough to keep his body tense with stimulation but slow enough to not bring him over the edge, makes him finally give way to his need for release. Her knowledge of just how his balls tighten so much and how the base of his cock twitches when on the edge would be what would torture him most; they were having too much fun with him to stop now. However much his cock throbbed in the purple shade of frustration, however much his hips tried to thrust with enticing anticipation, they wanted to make sure it’d be an anniversary gift to be remembered.